[top: san | bottom: yeosang]
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- in which yeosang spends an evening of intimacy with none other than count dracula himself, leading to his pregnancy
Yeosang let out a small sigh as he swilled his drink around in his glass, listening to the slosh of the Soju as it bounced from the curved edges while the bright flashing lights radiated from the small mirror infront of his seat. He wasn't sure why he came to the bar tonight, he felt unfulfilled, like something was empty in his miserable. He had just moved to this neighbourhood and was hoping to take in the scenery but as far as a bar, cheap supermarket and a park goes - he isn't exactly visually stimulated just yet. He was hoping to seek a purpose in himself by moving, but he just wasn't feeling it yet. His life wasn't exactly the most exciting. 24 with a shitty job, cheap apartment and as single as could be... he didn't exactly have much going for him.
He didn't hate his life of course, he had brilliant friends and his family meant the world to him but he had this deep longing to search for something better, something more from this world.
He was bored almost. He was trying to look for something that gave his life a little more sparkle, made him enjoy living in this little town and made him feel like he belonged. But after a good few weeks of settling in - he hadn't found much.
Maybe he should get a pet, fill the void in his heart even a little bit in the meantime of searching for something more. His eyes remained vacant as he began to think of what he should get, maybe a dog. He'd definitely get a big one, like a doberman or something like that. Or maybe a cat. He loved Siamese cats. He loved all kinds of cats in all honesty. Plus it would be more beneficial to get a cat with his current situation, an animal that was more independent would be detrimental with him working so much now. He aspired to have two jobs soon too, so maybe a cat would be the right idea. A good companion who wouldn't be too bothered of his absence. Not that he didn't want a dog, more just he wasn't in the right place at the moment to have one.
While his mind wandered absently, he failed to notice the once free seat now with a hand hovering over it. He could practically feel eyes burning into him, as he turned to see a dark figure stood beside him with a smile. "Is this seat taken, dear?"
Dear? Yeosang almost choked as he shook his head in reply, unable to form a response of words as he watched the male snigger before sliding effortlessly into the once empty seat and then calling the waiter over to order a whiskey. He knew it was wrong to stare, wrong to just gawk at strangers but when his heart had just fluttered the way it did seconds ago... no one could exactly fault him for wanting to learn more of this mysterious man. And he was glad he didn't look away.
Nothing but pure beauty had clouded Yeosang's vision. The male before him was that of only God's creation, the males face could've passed for an ancient Mayan sculpture or the real life embodiment of Da Vinci's artwork with how he should he worshipped by everyone in the world for his looks. He'd never seen anymore more beautiful in his entire life. His jaw was stern, sharp and looked razor-edged to the touch. Like you could slice a finger if you traced it down the face. His lips were thick, plump and were coloured a gorgeous dark pink, and upon closer inspection, beneath the harsh glow of the luminous lights around the frame of the mirror, Yeosang realised they were... glistening? Was this guy wearing lip-gloss or something? His black hair almost entirely covered his eyes, little slits between his bangs making them slightly visible to the human eye were he could take in their dark brown hue, although every now and again he watched and he could've sworn they were switching between from a warm chestnut to a dark, crimson red.
He wasn't sure how long he'd been staring, entirely lost in adoring this males features.
"So do you stare at everyone like that, or am I getting special treatment?" His voice rang in Yeosang's ears as he snapped out of his daydream to see the man now staring at him with hooded eyes, a smirk on his face. The male felt frozen in the others line of view, like he was under some sort of spell that left his entire being bound to one spot; unable to move.
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